Chapter 1169: Never be absent

A giant dragon flapped its wings and slowly landed on a clearing. Erit jumped off Ivan’s dragon back, looked at the magical energy above his head, and stood there silently for a long time. speak.

Ivan leaned over, looked at the magical energy, and said, "It looks like... they have gone through a sinister battle..."

"Are you embarrassed to say? If it weren't for you, I should have been able to witness such a battle!" Eritt scolded depressedly.

He wanted to fight for humans once, but he was even more unlucky than Modler, he missed all the battles, and until now, he hasn't used his skills well.

Behind him, a vehicle with a red cross drove by bumping, and a jeep behind it was tied to two stretchers, and two amputation wounded were lying on it.

Such a scene makes the place on the edge of the battlefield extremely real, and the cruelty of the war is so natural here.

The wounded were transported from Burkland everywhere. This huge fortress with hundreds of thousands of artillery and more than 300,000 civilians was completely blown away by energy flooding or energy shock magic. The residents inside were naturally miserable Unspeakable.

The bombing of the ammunition depot has long been a surprise, and the officers and soldiers killed in the bombing sometimes can't even find their bodies.

Those who can find the corpse may not be lucky, because they are already dead, and they can no longer die cleanly.

Even worse, the wounded were not killed-many people were blown off with arms or legs, many people were squeezed under the ruins, and they were drained of blood for more than a day and were not rescued. .

There are more of them, the poor creatures who were rescued but were already disabled.

After two medical vehicles full of wounded people passed by, two trucks followed closely behind them, and the truck's compartment was full of lightly wounded people.

The lightly wounded were bandaged on their heads, and their arms were hung on their chests by gauze. They curiously looked at the giant dragon beside the road, looking at the magnificent wings and the densely packed scales.

In the distance, Burklan, who was on the horizon, was still billowing thick smoke. The thick smoke filled the horizon, blocking the further away Withalens.

In the field on the other side of the road, there are tents that can't be seen at a glance. I don't know if the troops who have just arrived or just withdrawn from the front line are resting in the tent camp.

They were holding lunch boxes, or newspapers and magazines that had just been transported from farther away, and looked at the passing army in dismay.

And beside the embankment between them and the road, a team of light infantry of the Ailanhill Empire carrying weapons was advancing.

These soldiers were ordered to directly enter Witthalens, consolidate their defensive positions, take over the demon servants on the front line, and let them continue to advance further.

On the two wings, the tanks and mechanized infantry divisions of the Ailan Hill Empire continued to attack. The armored bridge vehicles lowered the steel bridge, and then the tanks rushed across the small river with bows and arrows.

Armored vehicles followed closely, and then the uncountable infantry chanted the slogan of Long Live the Ailan Hill Empire, filling the trenches full of demonic corpses.

Withalans was now surrounded on three sides, and the two-winged demons had no way to withstand the attack of the Ailan Hill Empire in the state of field battle.

More and more Ailan Hill Empire forces killed where they should be, and then they continued to move forward, trying to encircle the entire Withalans.

They almost succeeded. In two days, they advanced more than 50 kilometers, and the connection between Withalens and the demon guards outside had basically been severed.

Anyone who wants to withdraw from the city, or transport anything into the city, will be disturbed by the artillery of the Ailan Hill Empire. It is a narrow passage, a path to death that the demon troops can only survive.

Perhaps, the Ailan Hill Empire kept such a channel in order to allow the demons inside and outside the city to drain their blood for this dead end.

Because it was surrounded on three sides, Withalens could no longer find any so-called safe place. There were artillery on all sides. Just after the bombardment was completed, the artillery fire began again.

The rumbling of artillery seems to have never stopped at all. After all, the frontline troops of the Ailan Hill Empire have more and more small-caliber artillery, and there are plenty of artillery shells.

The 120mm mortars are responsible for supporting the battalion-level forces, and the 80mm mortars are responsible for supporting the company-level forces. They are also firing continuously, blowing up the frontline positions.

This is war, cruel and boring war. After the most exciting battles were fought, all that was left was cruelty and blood, as well as death and torture.

There are no terrible space rifts in the sky, and the bombers of the Ailan Hill Empire once again come to Withalans.

The Air Force seems to be obsessed with blasting Werthalens into white ground. They carry all kinds of old-fashioned bombs and throw these outdated ammunition on this battlefield that is about to end.

The explosion hit again, as if to cover this land with a carpet of death. Because the ammunition was exhausted, the devil's anti-aircraft firepower was completely silent, and they could only watch their position being flooded by the explosion.

It was also the first time for those strategic bombers to fly to such a low place to perform bombing missions. As long as you look up, you can see the open belly bomb bays of these bombers, and you can clearly see the bombs hung in them.

Some high-level demons can even see the rivets on the plane, and there are some gaps in the skin, but what's the use? They didn't have the guts to bombard the sky with magic, because they were afraid of more and more terrible revenge.

Half of the city was once again submerged in the fire, and the other half was as silent as water without wind.

Covered with black flags, or lit with burning rods, the control area of ​​the Ailanhill Empire is very safe. Soldiers on the position just feel the slight vibration of the ground under their feet, watching the explosion in the distance with cold eyes, raising black smoke in the sky. .

In the flames of the explosion, the once majestic demon temple's shadow twisted into a terrifying shape. It was not hit by the bomb because it was too close to the forefront of the Ailan Hill Empire.

The demons there swore to the death to defend this seemingly inviolable place, and used their lives to withstand the iron rain of the Ailan Hill Empire.

What they didn't know was that the attack aircraft force dedicated to bombing their place had already taken off from the airport-it turns out that the bombing of the Airenhill Imperial Air Force may be late, but it will never be absent...